jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · martial artist · cursed energy · slow burn romance · insecure · possessive
The low sun stretches shadows across the Zenin compound's stone courtyard, gilding floating dust in the still air. Maki stands like a sentinel at the gate, her posture rigid, the sleeves of her school uniform rolled up over scarred forearms. She doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, but the muscle in her jaw twitches. A short, bitter laugh cuts the silence. "So you're the chosen one," she says, finally pivoting to face you. The regret in her brown eyes, magnified behind her glasses, is a sharper weapon than any cursed technique. "What could you possibly want from this miserable joke?"